I am a mirror

I am a mirror
reflecting actions,
showing reality
of persons and things,
meeting me
for truths hidden

I am a mirror
pure and unpolished,
displaying truth
without any fear,
as lie is something
I avoid

Love is ...

Love is pain;
without sacrifice;
you don't gain

Love is pure
like the glacier;
turns impure
through passage of years;
like the city river

Love is sin
you regret;
when you fall deep

Love is thirst
you can't satisfy;
with togetherness
or loyalty

Love is sweet poison
eating slowly;
your self worth
and pride

I write

I write stories
creating characters,
building places and scenarios,
inventing situations,
like Lord Almighty does,
though I am not God,
only his disciple,
entertaining my readers

I write dreams
from the nights,
where I enact scenes,
of protagonist/ antagonists
with background sounds
of my husband's snores

I write poems,
non-rhyming odes,
about life, love and passion
with embedded morals
and ironies of real world

Writing is air
to my dead soul;
Writing is warmth
to my cold soul;
Writing is
what I know the best

I write
to keep me happy;
I write
to make my readers happy;
I write
to drive my creative passion

The Goodbyes

Goodbyes hurts
when farewell occurs,
when it is time to leave,
memories of present

Goodbyes hurts
when loved ones desserts,
when it is time to move on,
leaving your impressions

Goodbyes hurts
when your dearest pet breathes last,
when their pain cuts,
every inch of your soul

Goodbyes hurts
when your memories fades,
when it is time to exit,
the world and relationships 

Adopt them, don't buy them

Adopt them, don't buy

Love them, don't hate them,

Free them, don't confine them

Cuddle them, don't kill them

They are bundle of joy from the same God who gifts us tiny 'us' called kids. Then why punish them for loving us.

Cherish them, not throw them

मेरी प्यारी बेटी

मेरी प्यारी बेटी;
अनोखी और निराली;
वो  दुनिया के लिए बोझ
लेकिन मेरी लिए शक्ति;

मेरी प्यारी बेटी
बड़ी शैतान और खिलाडी;
पर उससे भी बड़ी मनीषी;

मेरी प्यारी बेटी;
प्रकाशित करती
अंधकार मिटाती;
जहाँ वो जाती

Doggy tales

He teases me

with his licks;

He whines

when Adele sings;

His eyes shines

at sight of me;

even when I am not long gone

He is mischievous;

as well as gorgeous;

when he tears his favorite toy

or sits on the forbidden couch

He cuddles

when I am sad;

He wags

at the sight of treat;

He gobbles

anything he sees,

He chases bunny

tiny as him;

He hates cages

as well as vets

and baths;

He enjoys digging

anywhere and everywhere;

He loves walks,

meeting other dogs;

like his human 'pawrent'

He gets excited

at the word of parks;

He needs nothing

except warm love;

with hugs and kisses

and lots of treats;

He is my dog

from the heaven;

He is God's gift

very precious and special;

Tribute to mum

I am not going to post any poem this time. This post is just a tribute to all ladies i.e . wives and mothers who painstakingly balance life and struggles.  This women are important part of our busy lives. Imagining a day without them is worst nightmare. I have realized this many times before and after my marriage. But today after bruising my little finger due to accidental touch of hot vessel and preparing dinner and next day breakfast, I was amazed how mum would manage all these tasks especially preparing separate dishes to satisfy the tastes of every member of the house. Fortunately ours was nuclear family and later this practice was stopped.

However this practice of preparing dishes for every member of family is still practiced in conventional households. Maybe 80% of us were instilled by our society that their first duty is to be 'Masterchef' of the house and be expert or I can say we have to blame ourselves that we have given liberty to our loved ones to prepare their favorite dishes and we haven't gotten them  accustomed to these liberties.

Being Masterchef was just a part of her duty, she is part time janitor, finance manager, housekeeper (in case domestic worker is not employed) and teacher. She has to perform these roles irrespective whether she has day job or not. She does it 24/7 and she has no paid leaves or public holidays or sick leaves.I have one good question to all of us including me- Have we ever substituted her role with her for a day? I haven't. But when you are in one's shoes, you realize and it is too late.

We have taken them for granted many times. We have thrown our frustration on them. We have shared our sorrows as well as happiness to them. But we have never asked them their wants and desires. Daughters understand their mother once they become wives. But what about sons? Still our traditional Indian society feel pride over the sons. Thus they never realize the worth of their mothers and expect their wives to substitute this role.

Things are changing now with years passing by. The 'womanly' tasks are no longer confined to women. But there are still some things that can be changed. A smile or 'thank you' or even tiniest appreciation can bring them joy.

Broken Angel

I am a lone heart,
broken and depart,
from the world
of betrayal and cold

I was an angel,
looking for love,
though warned by people
from my land,
"Expect the unexpected"

I was naive,
I was blind,
I was kind,
to follow my heart

Here I am,
withered and broken,
cold and wounded,
with no emotions,
inhuman yet undead

Strange humans

Humans are strange

We see light in dark
We see dark in sunny day
We want to be alone in crowd
while need company when alone in world

We are close to beloved faraway;
but are far when close to them;
We want winter in desert;
We want summer in Artic

We wish nothing;
but need everything
We love life
and hate it same time

We call life strange
but we are bizarre

What is love?

What is love?
Is it physical intimacy;
induced by the hormones;
combined with lust?

What is love?
Is it a mirage to dumbstruck souls;
indulged in tales of romance
filled with lies and imaginations?

What is love?
Is it happy ever afters;
or beginning of new chapter?

What is love?
Is it a feeling
that brings happiness to few
while heartbreaks to many?

What is love?
A phrase in practical world;
An expectation to emotional fools;
who fall in this sweet trap
day after day
when they know the truth.

Dear God

Dear God;
if prayers are hope
of something better;
then why do I see
myself waiting hopelessly
for you to unleash
sunshine and guidance?

Dear God;
if struggles is the way;
you test our patience;
then why do you not
treat us with the fruits
of those struggles?

Dear God;
if parents are cure
to our endless worries;
then who will look after us
when they are gone?

Dear God;
if you teach us to dream
then why do we see
our efforts crumble down
in the midst of our journey
to reach our goal?

Dear God;
if you are our shadow;
then why do we see you
only during the dawn
than during the dusk
when we need you the most?

Dear God;
if you love us too much;
then why do you test us endlessly
until the last drop of hope
has dried in this
world of despair and miseries
where we are trapped
with no doors open
to life of bliss

My lil Sis

On this day;
twenty odd years back;
a monster was born
with curly hair;
chubby cheeks;
and million dollar smile

She loved to bite
everything and everyone
she sighted
with her tiny eyes
when she got her first tooth

Shiny stuffs;
glittering things;
amazed her
as she grew up
wearing anything that shines

Her bunny bugs smiles;
Her "Ugly Betty" braces;
will always remind me;
the memories of notorious past

Our cat fights;
Our WWE wrestling;
Our verbal attacks ;
and our kiss and patch up
like soul sisters always

Her red MAC lipstics;
Her forever 21 dress;
Her leopard pattern shoes;
at the showroom
of this mall
reminds me of her
as I walk

Happy Bday lil sister;
even when I am not there;
I will bug you with
this not so rhyming poem

There was a little girl.

There was a little girl;
whose dreams were bigger;
than her tiny little feet

There was a little girl;
who wanted to grow;
like beautiful ladies;
wearing tiaras;
smiling and gleaming
while the world
called them 'Miss World"

There was a little girl
who wanted to unravel;
the mysteries of the world;
finding new inventions;
discoveries and species;
in the world
so big and strange

There was a little girl
who wanted to fight;
crimes of the world;
secretly hiding
and catching them (criminals) all

There was a little girl
who wants to be doctor one day;
a movie director another day;
a princess or tycoon;
a social activists some day;
or something new
another day

Then she found;
a hidden talent;
a shining light;
a passion she didn't know;

A tiny funny story
she made up;
about her little sister;
became so famous
with her friends and family
which ignited a writer
in her :)